A constellation of emotion.
Drawing on memories’ insular portents.
Sequestered portions of insight amble into ambit.
A porpoise-full consideration slowly rolls over to reposition.
The shell of the soul cracked like the muscle-memory of a chiropractor reaching a book on the shelf.
Tufts of hair tilt over like a crowning moment to remembrance’s endear.
A gentle repair of imperatives to liberty’s steer.
Enhanced, a side-glance into nowhere’s comforting glare.
Sounds surrounding pause & poise making melodies as if time was talking, a listener to hear.
The ground, in acceptance of passage to histories communing in foreswear.
A reflection of ennui. Where a birds-eye view chirps to chip in.
A universe of being. As if the vowels of experience were singing.
The temple brows to a temperance of focus.
A rhythm curves the cursory exhalation to simper subdue.
Imbued a tune, a hallowed heart fleets a-glance a fire-lamp. The dancing flame opportune to offer attune.
Somewhere, the world slows down. A slow dawn as if a repetition’s chant perchance. A resounding inflection awakens alit in in the eyes.
A mantra making conversation in a mirroring mind reminds.
Epiphanies laugh when words wayward-s appear. And wearing a smile as welcoming the self to share.
The Ud-sa major in the sky crooning the musical Sa major. Ancient languages swoon over a high note to the Ursa’s minor connote.
The phonetics swing in twine, saith time. And in the recounting sway in recognition’s encountering mention.
The Moon pips a subjective dimension. A spectrum to awareness in extension.
The wind chimes when shine resounds. Into. Sublime.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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"And as the seed waits eagerly watching for its flower and fruit.
Anxious its little soul looks out into the clear expanse
To see if hungry winds are abroad with their invisible array ;
So Man looks out in tree, and herb, and fish, and bird, and beast.
Collecting up the scattered portions of his immortal body.
Into the elemental forms of everything that grows.
He tries the sullen North wind, riding on its angry furrows,
The sultry South when the sun rises, and the angry East,
When the sun sets, and the clods harden, and the cattle stand,
Drooping, and the birds hide in their silent nests.
He stores his thoughts.
As in store-houses in his memory. He regulates the forms.
Of all beneath and all above, and in the gentle West Reposes where the sun's heat dwells.
He rises to the sun,
And to the planets of the night, and to the stars that gild.
The zodiacs, and the stars that sullen stand to North and South,
He touches the remotest pole, and in the centre weeps That Man should labour and sorrow, and learn and forget, and return.
To the dark valley whence he came, and begin his
labours anew."
"Artwork and Poetry | William Blake